stardustonsable | Sin Sweet. OR Two Poems for the Price of One

Ink stained hands and paint striped hips

you fall into me, and I can’t remember

how we got here

it hasn’t stopped raining

and you’ve lost your muse.

a painting half done, you

come back to bed

the sheets receive the paint willingly

the yellow and red

joining green, blue.

I push away pens, make room for you.

a line of red travels from me to you.

Purple crackles across the sky,

missed by me and you

People in poetry with me next year, yea, you'll probably see this phrase at least once

Sin Sweet
All points indicate your danger
those, and the flame in your eye
You're forbidden to me
and your lips are sin sweet